A/N: Wow, so few reviews and yet I'm updating so soon~ I love reviews, they make me feel better about myself and my writing.

Disclaimer: Yeah, I'm not Japanese, there is no way I'm the one who thought APH up, I'm not that cool

Chapter two

"The starting bid is an inexpensive $10,000" Francis announced, and immediately Kiku's paddle shot up.

"15,000" The Japanese man called.

Alfred suddenly felt the need to protect this Arthur from Kiku, who had a perverted glint in his eye. Alfred's own paddle shot up. "30,000!" He would be Arthur's hero!

Francis seemed shocked at the sudden change in the American's attitude. He had never bid before!

"40,000" Kiku replied easily, paddle back up.

"60,000!"

"70,000"

"90,000!"

"100,000"

"500,000!"

Everyone was staring at Alfred, who had jumped out of his seat, glaring pure death at the man next to him. The room was silent for a moment before Francis cleared his throat. "Anyone for 550,000?" He asked but the room was silent. "Then sold, to the enthusiastic gentleman in row 7." He announced, pointing to Alfred who had sat back down. The escort led the blonde off stage before going to Alfred to hand him his redeem ticket, to trade in and pay for his purchase at the end of the auction.

The rest of the event past in a blur, and soon it was over, and Alfred was heading to the back stage area.

He couldn't believe it, he just bought a slave. He just participated in the one thing he despised most. But oddly, as soon as he set his eyes on Arthur, the guilt washed away. He paid and was handed the leash attached to the blonde's collar, but at once took it off. He wouldn't treat him like an animal.

He led the poor drugged blonde out to his limo, helping him into the seat and taking off his suit jacket, draping it over his shoulders.

The man remained silent throughout the drive back to Alfred's home, which was just shy of a mansion, which gave him a chance to take in his companion's features.

He noticed that Arthur's short, messy hair was matted with sweat, his pupils dilated from the effects of the drugs, leaving only a sliver of forest green iris around the black. He was also slightly under weight and covered in a few bruises. He clearly hadn't been treated well.

When they arrived to their destination, Alfred led the Brit inside and let him sleep off the drugs.

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Arthur felt like he had been beaten with a pillow sack full of bricks. His head was pounding, his body felt heavy and he just wanted to fall back into the blissful blackness that was sleep. His Body, however, decided it wanted to stay awake, so eventually he sat himself up and opened his eyes.

Wait…. Where the hell was he? This wasn't his flat in London…

Arthur tried to wrack his brain for how he could have possibly got here, but the last thing he remembered was going to the pub and getting piss-drunk.

He got out of the bed he had been lying in and the first thing he noticed was he was completely naked.

What… the… Hell?

He yanked the comforter off the bed and wrapped it around himself, then caught sight of his reflection in a nearby vanity's mirror. He moved closer and realized he looked terrible. When was the last time he bathed? And what was…?

He reached up a hand and felt the leather collar around his neck, watching in horror as his reflection did the same.

He was shanghaied! Drugged and sold into slavery! He stubbed back in shock and collapsed next to the bed, suddenly feeling a sharp pain of hunger in his stomach. When was the last time he ate?

Suddenly the door opened and Arthur's eyes shot over to the intruder. Standing in the door way was a short, green alien, holding a tray of food.

"Ah!" The creature suddenly exclaimed, its red eyes landing on Arthur. "The Limey's awake!"

"What the bloody…" The Alien set down the tray of food and left the room, soon returning with a blonde man in glasses.

"Oh! You're awake!" He said cheerfully, while the alien stared unblinkingly at Arthur.

"What the bloody hell is that thing!" The Brit asked, although 'who are you' and 'what am I doing here' would've been better questions.

"Oh! This is Tony. He's one of my company's top secret projects! We created him!" The American answered, still cheerful as ever. "How are you feeling?"

"Who the hell are you? What the bloody hell am I doing here?" There we go! Proper questions!

"I'm Alfred F. Jones!" He greeted, holding out a hand which Arthur simply stared at. "Any you're here because I bought you… but I won't take advantage of you!" He quickly said. "You can work as a servant. I'll even pay you! You might be able to buy your freedom!"

What was with this guy? He bought a slave and was going to pay him so he could buy his freedom… strange, but not unwelcome. "I'll run away." Arthur said, deadpan. All he needed to do was remove the collar, right?

"Ah…" Alfred's cheerfulness faded. "You can. All slaves are imbedded with a tracking device." He sounded disappointed, like he wanted his slave to run away.

His cheerfulness seemed to return and he picked the tray of food up, offering it to Arthur. "Here! You must be hungry! You've been out for three days!"

The Brit nearly dropped the trey in surprised. "Three days!" Not that he remembered the past couple months, but still… It was scary.

He looked down at the trey of food and saw a hamburger, fries, and a soda.

"Fuck my life…"

Alfred simply tilted his head like a confused puppy.

A/N: Eh, I don't think it was good as the first but I'm tired… I hope you enjoyed~

Also, I had to add Tony the alien! He's so cute~